So I'm practically counting the hours until I go home.
Madison, Connecticut is a tiny, little town on the coast of Long Island Sound (yes, CT is on the water. You'd never guess how many times I'm asked that) about smack dab in the middle of the state. We're about 16 miles east of New Haven, two hours west of Boston and an hour and a half train ride to the Big Apple.
I wasn't always a New Englander. In fact, I'm a Southerner by birth, a Midwesterner by rearing, but I claim N.E. home since we moved there before my sophomore year in high school.
You can't help but appreciate the beauty of the Connecticut coast when you've been landlocked practically all your life, and this trip should be no different for me.
I fully intend to eat my weight in seafood (raw oysters, lobster bisque, steamed mussels... it doesn't matter, I like it all) and lay out on the beach until I am at the very least good and pink.
I also want to walk down my street and do the circuit down Middle Beach (West and East) to check out the view.
This will probably be my last trip back to the family homestead (it's on the market) so I really want to make the most of the trip.
Gosh, I'm getting melancholy.